Sunday, 14 December 2003
Here goeth a bit of pondering aloud, about this science fiction thing, this Blade Runner
thing. To begin with... if (when) people create other living creatures from scratch, how could they live
? have a spark, a soul? (Are you sure where my spark is?) A psyche and a persona, feelings? On the other hand, I can understand how it might happen. It's like what makes dolls creepy. The eyes! Giving a puppet so much physical humanity makes it a void, gives it potential as a conduit or vessel for anything
to inhabit. Dolls are used in magic because they can hold and contain focused energy. So if we made living dolls they may be a host for unknown entities. Human souls mebbe, but just as easily demons or aliens. Oh boy, do they do eyes well in this film. Highlighted then hidden, shadowed then aglow with fires of rage or passion, sparkling with inspiration and confusion. They confuse and trick and never give away any truth. "If only you could see what I've seen with your eyes." Who knows what an alien entity could accomplish in a highly sophisticated GE human body? Certainly nobody could control their feelings or actions.
"'We're no computers, Sebastian. We're physical.'
'I think, Sebastian, therefore I am.'
'Very good, Pris, now show him why.'"
Oh, how much more depth I see with each viewing. The savage alien spirit of the Replicants and the poetry they produce. The gentleness and naivete of Rachael's passion, her confusion. What other paths could they take if they'd been designed differently? "The light that burns twice as brightly burns half as long. And you have burned so very very brightly." See the pain of facing one's creator only to find... he can't ease life's suffering. To learn that one might have been so much more, had more freedom, but for the creator's tyranny. And yet how much it hurts to kill him. "Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave." How might we treat our
gods after hearing what they have to tell us in an honest confrontation?
This is one of those book-to-film adaptations which has surprising and peculiar elements brought into focus. There are astounding atmospheres in both media, though their senses of rich ambience are painted in separate ways. The film shows us the hero's fight to stay alive in a den of death surrounded by dilapidated pieces of decay, old pieces of once-loved lives. Pursued by a loony who in his madness is also fighting to stay alive, only to kill one last time. Yet Roy ends up speaking a final ray of hope... which could be seen as despair. "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in the rain. Time to die." (Yeah, that line is more convincing when yeh're caught up in the flow of the movie. But I love it. Nyah.) Characters who kill, who love, who rage, who despair. They transcend! In particular I believe Deckard's personal transcendence to be stronger in the novel. He goes further... near to the edge of death or sanity, which could destroy him and who he is, but which is in a way peaceful, and a tempting place to stay. Yet Deckard returns. He becomes. (Yes I'm being cryptic. Or perhaps I just don't know how to say what I'm thinking. :P) He reaches deep into the realm of a false god and in doing so, finds himself.
Did science fiction always contain such profound humanity? I hope it always will. These were some of my thoughts. You shouldn't expect them to make sense. I don't. Oh yes - I must say this, as a final thought: I adore the teeny silver origami unicorn. :D
~ posted by Anna @ 12:38 AM